He was walking on clouds of sublime, validating the deceptions of his mind.

It was the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last of his crime.

Because if he was being honest, what was once his conscience, was no longer an ever constance.

His soul began to crack, but his evil hands remained intact.

Admiring the blade’s corrosion caused by his tragedies that were left unspoken.

As his transgressions grew in number, he couldn’t help but wonder, if the crack he heard down under, was the reason his soul began to smolder.

He didn’t care what it cost her, and just as he tossed her, the crack started to grow larger.

He wouldn’t quit, so his soul continued to split. His soul now ripped in two, the smolder quickly grew, bursting into flames of blue.

The morality he lacked, caused him to finally fall aback through the crack.

As he floundered, the ground pulling him and tossing him down under, he didn’t have time to ponder, when does a man become a monster?